I’m happy. For the first time in a very long time, I wake up excited to start the day.
It doesn’t hurt that my day is starting with a large tattooed man perched between my thighs and eating my pussy as if it’s his sole purpose in life.
“Gabriel,” I groan as my hands slide into his soft locks.
“Morning, Sleeping Beauty,” he growls against my drenched core. His stubble is rough against the tender skin of my thighs as he nuzzles up against me.
“We don’t have time,” I groan as he dives back in.
His skilled tongue rims my opening, dipping in lightly and teasingly. I mewl as he continues to drive me wild with soft strokes. I dig my nails into his scalp and drag him forward, demanding more. He chuckles before withdrawing his tongue.
“It’s Saturday, sweetheart. We have all the time in the world.” He slides a hand up my thigh, teasing the skin before sliding a single finger inside me. He holds it there as my walls pulse around it. “And I intend to take my time with you.”
My hips move on their own, rising off the bed, desperate for more. His lips fall down to my clit, kissing it lovingly, tenderly. My whole body is on fire.
“Gabriel, please,” I whine. “More. I need more.”
“Beg for it, Princess,” he growls in that low and demanding tone that I’m learning means he’s barely holding on.
“Please, I’m begging,” I pant out as I try to rub up against him. He holds tight, refusing to give me what I need.
“Not good enough.” His mouth descends on my thigh, teeth sinking into my flesh. I feel the skin snap and my warm blood flow down my skin. I cry out in pain. “Say you’re mine,” he demands as he withdraws his teeth and glares up at me from between my legs. He smiles up at me, my blood staining his teeth.
He’s a monster—my monster.
“I’m yours.” The words that leave my lips don’t even sound like mine. They’re breathy and desperate.
Satisfied, he smirks up at me, exposing his bloodstained mouth. Without another word, he dives back in. His tongue flicks my clit and I cry out. He curls his finger, finding the spot inside of me that has pleasure swirling in my core. He begins to move his fingers in time with his tongue, lapping at me inside and out, demanding my pleasure. Blood trails down my leg toward my center. The warmth mixes with his mouth, driving me absolutely wild. When he adds a second finger, I can’t hold back.
“Fuck!” I shout with my head thrown back as my release crashes into me.
“That’s it,” Gabriel pants as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of my pulsing pussy. “Show me who owns your pleasure, your desire—show me how much youneedme.”
I writhe and twist in the sheets as he drags out wave after wave of release from between my thighs. My body finally starts to relax, my muscles sagging as the waves of my pleasure start to ebb.
“Wow,” I choke out between panting breaths. “That was—”
I don’t get to finish my thought as Gabriel pushes my thighs wide and settles between them. He thrusts inside me in one punishing stroke. I cry out, throwing my head back as my back bows off the bed. His hands land on my hips, dragging me into him.
“You’re mine, Princess,” he grits out as he begins to rut into me like a man possessed. “Your blood,” he grabs my thigh, digging his thumb into the bloody bite he left on my leg, “your pleasure, your heart. You.” His thrusts become stuttering and uneven as we careen toward chaos. “Are. Mine.”
As he says the final word, he erupts. His cries bounce off the walls around us as rope after rope of warm cum coats my walls.His throbbing cock inside me sends me over the edge. I come again, my pussy clenching down around him. My orgasm hits me hard and fast, throwing my mind into blackened bliss.
When I finally come back down to conscious awareness, I register his heaving body on top of mine. His skin is hot and sweaty as we come back down from our combined high.
“He’s never made you feel like that, has he?” he asks between pants. He doesn’t need to clarify who he means, I know he’s talking about my husband.
“No, he hasn’t,” I admit sadly.
“You’re mine now.” His fingers caress my flesh, trailing lightly up and down, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “You don’t have to worry about him anymore.”
A knot forms in my chest. I haven’t been happy with Brody in a long time. This last week with Gabriel has been like a dream—we wake up together, get ready together, go to work together, and then spend the evenings cooking and laughing and making love. It’s the life I always imagined myself having.
And yet, part of me worries that I shouldn’t be this happy. It’s as if I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop. The masked man hasn’t reappeared and Brody hasn’t reached out, but I know it’s only a matter of time. Things can’t stay this way, soon the demons of my past are bound to make themselves known.
But I intend to soak in every moment of happiness that I can.
“What do you want to do today?” I ask as I lightly scratch Gabriel’s scalp. He loves when I do this, and I love that he loves it.
